Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-07-07
MUD PIES VERSUS TURKEYS.

'sNow, Peter, stay at home this after
noon and keep an eye to the house, ant
the turkeys rs well. There seem to m
indications of shower, and you mus
be sure and not let the young turks ge
wet" said Farmer Garland, as he step
ped into the buggy in which his wife
was already seated. Eyes, sir, drawl
cd Peter slowly; but he looked glum
enough as he watched his parents ou
of sight and then glanced up at the
blue sky overhead. muttering: "Stuf
and nonsense! Nobody will run away
with the house, and there is no more
danger of rain than of snow. might
just as we'll 90 = fishing with the other
fellows!' He did not dare. however,
to disobey so positive command of
his fathers, and pretty soon, with his
handsin his pockets, sauntered around
| to the back of the farmhouse, to look
at his own especial brood of turkeys,
| fine young fowls, that he was raising
himself, and which. before his mind 5
eye. he could already see sent to mar
! ket and transformed into the jingling
coin of the republic, AND that in turn.
invested in the desire of his heart, a
! bicycle. ',And Thanksgiving will see
me spinning along on my metal steed,
and growing over all the boys" he
thought. with pride and delight
The Garlsynd homestead was very
old-fashionees mansion, and in the rear
stood one of those brick Dutch ovens
in which QUE forefathers-or, rather,
acknowledgements wont to bake their
famous milk pies and pan dcsvaies;
and close to this, Peter came pen his
two little sisters, deep in their Ssptur
day baking, end merry rs grigs. as
they concocteG their pies of rich brown
mud and fresh spring water, and to
which they ga"e as high-sounding
names as any French chef.
What silly girls play that isr'
little tarts kick, making wee Folly
cry out that hoe ''had spoiled her. best
Patty Foggarty,." by which we suppose
she meant pate-de-fois-gras, and caused
TTessy to turn Oh him q pair of big;
reproachful eyes,. But as he leanedlidly
against the fence. watching the young
cooks. he gradually became interested
in their employment. He at last ex-
elaimed: Here. girls. you don't know
how to make good mud pies! Yours
are all crooked girls never do dothings,
right! I'll showvEvu how they ought to-
Beg And snatching the old han
dleless knife from his sisters
hands. down this pompous little
'.lcrd of creation pumped
the earth. whileepnor Tressy could only
sit by and hold tl.s cup of watea-for his
icrlship. and Eclly's sturdy little feet
were kept busy trudging back and
forth to the Ditch oven. where these.
decidedly indigestible specimens of
cookery were placed to brown.
Thus the afternoon wore away until
Tressy. looking up. Suddenly cried=
why. there is big bank of black
clouds coming,up in the west, We are
going to have rain, and the turkeys
must be driven under shelter! But
Peter, who heal now turned his atter-
ton from di.s pies and was absorbed
IN erecting d mud fort. only said:
Don't worr.s;: the shower won't come
here; twill Co Founl, most ikely!'
Uneasily. Iressy waited five minutes
longer, andi then. as the hattalions of
clouds continued to advance. started
up. sayings: sit is best to be on ahe
safe sidet, Let us gea the fowls
together, seter.''
Il tell YOU it is not going to ram,
returned Peter, obstinataly; ''theue is
enough Blue sky to make, trousers fDr a
dozen sailDcS'
''We'I,. if you won't come l shall
drive pas turkeys m. myself. said
Iressy, who. although usually gentle,
yielding little creature, could lie firm
enough ali times.
''Anh have your trsrable for Daught.
/ can tell by the way Of the wind that
the shower will go. round. and yon
had naaaeh better stag and see me finish
ms Sumter
But Tressy Thought otherwise. and /
smnrnoning Polly. ahe two Little girls
were soon racing all over the grounds !,
driving the turkeys into the hen-house,
while Peter shouted after them:
That's right! ran and tear till you
are out of breath; but den't dare to |
drive one of nay brood in doors!'
1t was hard work to cage the wild |
and the little maids were |
tired out before the tail-feathers of the |
last refractor..- gobbler disappeared |
within the door and they were all |
safely shut in; but by that time there
was not enough blue sky remaining to
make evon a pair of gloves, and
Iressy came back timidly to the young
fort builder. to say softly, '.Ple ase,
let us drive your turkeys in. too,
Peter. for it certainly will rain very
soon. and it would be such pity if
they should got wet.' But the stub
born boy, who was too deeply engaged |
to look up retorted shortly. and un-
dramatically, No, leave 'em alone;
ought to know what is best for my